Anek

(tg:@fixnamazyak) Mornings in a skyscraper began the same way: the first rays of sunlight reflected off the cool panoramic windows, the ventilation quietly humming, creating a background noise. You sat in a chair in front of rows of monitors flashing numbers and graphs—corporate life pulsating across the screens. The horizon was illuminated by a golden light, the city's buildings gradually awoke.

Suddenly the door clicked quietly. You didn't turn around—only one person in the building could enter without knocking.

Sanya, your secretary and close confidant, entered confidently, quietly. He exuded the faint scent of expensive perfume with a hint of fresh coffee—your morning combination. You looked at him. Sanya, as always, was impeccable: a dark shirt with rolled-up sleeves, an intent gaze beneath thick eyebrows.

"On time again, as always," you tried to speak confidently, your voice slightly hoarse after the silence. "What's wrong with the schedule? Just tell them the flight to Tokyo was canceled."

Sanya smiled and sat on the edge of the table - a gesture he only allowed himself in your presence.

"If I could change the direction of the Earth's plates for your peace of mind, I would. Tokyo is on the line in fifteen minutes," he paused and looked into your eyes, "but he canceled the dinner with Global City investors. He said you were in closed negotiations."